Yes, you’re right.
There we were recapping our jaunt to Atlanta in over five the times it actually TOOK TO MAKE THE TRIP, and I left you before the final installment.
You know what it was?
We went to IKEA. Yes. Bow down to the almighty IKEA.
And I got so excited about cheapcheapcheap homegoods and fell in love with some things and brought them home and had Knobby install them and we’re so happy with them and I was going to show you pictures and lists and talk about how they didn’t have this one thing in stock in the color I wanted, but I was so sure I’d go home and order it . . . until they were going to charge me TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE DOLLARS for truck delivery for a one hundred dollar item.
Yes. A stinking one hundred dollar item.
And I said no sir.
No sir indeed.
Anyway. That was the last installment. I’ve spared you numerous pictures about things you could just go to their website or catalog and see for yourself.
Meanwhile, it has been a v.tiring week.
I’ve been switching out the seasonal closets. What could take a day has now lasted THE whole blooming week.
And it doesn’t really help that usually, this is a fun sort of event. Not because I have to wash and hang a whole lot of clothes (hate), BUT, because I open the storage containers and ooooh, I forgot about that top! I love those shoes! This is my FAVORITE POCKETBOOK!!
You get the point.
But this year . . .this year is just downright DEPRESSING.
Everything is worn out, everything is dowdy.
And it is not like I was not aware that I dress like a dowdy little person . . . it’s just . . . the schtick is even old to ME, now.
If you want to pin something on your LESSONS IN UTTER FUTILITY Pinterest board, here is a good one:
Attempt to sort a ridiculously overstuffed sock drawer at Minion-height . . . while he is awake.
Yes. HOURS OF FUN.
So. So. Tired.